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I always thought clouds were light like cotton candy although not as sweet.

The cumulus look like stolen wool pilfered from some sheep.

If you must plough a field of dasies in time for next spring blossoming,

You should check with a farmer's almanac so as not to be wasting time assuming.

Ah; when the broken heart of aesthetics

Choose to leave one saddened, step to it
© gillena cox 2023

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Poetics: Slipping into Surrealism with Erik Johansson;

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